I kind of ended my relationship with me now ex this year, I’m into another relationship, it was just a lot of shit, poverty, mental illness, other stuff combined, it was absolutely the worst time for when we tried that.
I love the person with whom I am now, it’s nothing related to them, but fuck, Jesus Christ, some times the memories just kill you, it was a lot of years, it was a lot of things, how do I even exist after this? I know I’m not a person who know very well how to get over the past, but this kind of thing just feels like something that will accompany me to my grave.
Relate. Idk i just kind of am on Autopilot chugging along fighting to live trying to enjoy the small moments because what else am I gonna do while I’m here. Making a coerced choice is no fun but only if you allow yourself to perceive it like that. Sorry this probably isn’t the brightest interpretation I’m in the same boat.